He had already figured out what this bunch of Near Gods were like.
They kept saying that Near Gods would not intervene, that they should let them fight it out.
And what happened?
He had merely captured Huang Qianlin and extorted a batch of resources.
Then the Near Gods came running out, wanting to kill him.
Before that, they had gone even further, directly placing Near God agents within the Western Wasteland Imperial Palace.
Presumably, the other Immortal Kingdoms had them as well.
What nonsense about battle bodies being killed because their skills were inferior, making them unworthy of becoming immortals?
If that were truly the case, then that deputy body would not have been locked away.
He could laugh until the end because those battle bodies were inferior to him.
But the truth was that once another force broke this balance, it would draw the attention of the Near Gods.
The Nether Dragon roared and passed through the starry passage.
Ghost Mother accompanied him, safeguarding his safety.
The green-faced, fang-toothed mask flowed with profound aura. Clad in a dragon robe, no one could recognize his true identity any longer.
He now carried the aura of the Immortal Wasteland as well, along with the methods left behind by the Shark King. Combined with the Yama Ghost Mask—
No one could see through his true identity unless he exposed it himself.
Roar!
The dragon's cry resounded throughout the entire star.
Jiang Changkong stood proudly atop the dragon's head, divine light gleaming around him and immortal aura drifting about him. "No need to stop. Kill our way into the Western Wasteland."
"What is that thing...?"
One Star Demon after another roared and tried to charge forward.
Boom!
The power of the Three Lights suddenly erupted, spreading across the entire star and sweeping